“Aptly put,” Bennett said, her eyes creasing at the corners. “And it’s working. I’ll admit to feeling a little washed out, but that probably has more to do with my…um…relationship with Ruby than anything else.”

An endearing smile made its way across Max’s face when he saw a hint of blush touch Bennett’s cheeks. “Well, it’s good to hear you’re at least getting some exercise. Just remember, though, I’m replete with guardians and staff, so if you’d like to partake in them, feel free. I assure you they won’t mind.”

“They never have, and I appreciate the reminder,” Bennett said, eyeing Max. “Although, why do I feel like you’re trying to fatten me up for a fight? Do you know something I don’t?

Max frowned. “There was another murder in your area.”

“Are you talking about the guy who got his throat slashed in an alley a week or so ago?”

“You heard about that?”

“Yes, a couple of detectives paid me a visit.”

“What?” Max shouted, nearly jumping out of his chair.

“Calm down, Max,” Bennett said, holding up her hand. “I have it covered. They’re fishing in an empty pond.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because they’re mortals and vampires are make-believe, especially ones who can walk in the sun.”

Max’s eyes turned into slits. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”

“Whether you like it or not, you need to trust me. One of ours definitely committed that murder, but there’s nothing to lead it back to me or to us.”

“So it’s true? There were puncture wounds.”

“Yes, the detectives said the throat-cutting was merely an attempt to hide the marks.”

“So, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That Napoleon was behind it? That was my initial thought, but it was probably just one of his gaggle who didn’t get the memo. Since then, things have been quiet. No crimes fitting that of our kind have been reported anywhere. I’ve been checking.”

“As have I,” Max said, raising his glass. “So here’s to wrapping up yet another year quietly, or at least as quietly as my New Year’s Eve celebration will allow.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Bennett lifted her glass in the air, and then after taking a sip, she placed her wine on the desk. “Actually, about your party. I was wondering if I could bring a guest.”

Max weighed Bennett with an educated squint. “I’m assuming this guest is mortal.”

“Yes, but since other mortals will be there, I was hoping—”

“Guardians and someone like your friend, Ruby, aren’t entirely the same thing, Bennett.”

“And that’s precisely why I’m asking.”